“Can I meet you?”
“It depends on the tides,” she said.
“Can I hold you,
Kiss you all over,
Lick the dew from your eyes,
Feel your white skin,
Touch your tongue with mine,
Stroke you,
Breathe in your ears,
Smell your hair,
Share the night with you?”
“It depends on the tides,” she said.
KEITH ARMSTRONG
